Changfeng instinctively closed his eyes for a moment.
Suddenly, he heard a thud, something fell down and rolled to his feet.
Changfeng opened his eyes in a daze and saw Zhu Ming's half body collapsed at his feet, with the lower half still leaning against the rock.
A sharp sword extended from within the stone, stained with blood, shimmering blindingly under the sunlight.
Changfeng shivered violently, looking at Zhu Ming, opened his mouth blankly.
Before he could speak, Zhu Ming, not completely dead yet, let out a belated scream, "Chang, Chang elder brother..."
He seemed to want to say something.
But before he finished a sentence, he lost his breath, his eyes staring wide open, directly at Changfeng, as if full of pain, wanting Changfeng to save him.
Changfeng looked down, blood from his face dripping off his jaw, splattering onto Zhu Ming's face.
Changfeng blinked abruptly, his face instantly turned pale, forming a stark contrast with the still-warm blood cooling down.
